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Revelations & Realizations.

So, I believe that I have the best revelations when I’m tired as all hell. I don’t know why I think that but I mean hey, I’m going to take it and run with it. Actually, they may not even be revelations but more so realizations but I’m just going to take that and run with it too.

Okay, so I was in the shower and I was thinking about what would happen if I was in a scary movie because an hour before that something scary happened. I was going downstairs to the laundry room to get my laundry (obviously) and as soon I was walk out the elevator I see a bald, buff, white guy just standing in the elevator doorway. Now my first reaction was shock, I just stood there like what the holy hell. And then after I thought about it, I said to myself… “Damn, I would’ve let me killed me.” WHY?! Because if I know I’m going to die why the hell would I spend time trying to escape. My fate is death, I’d rather get it over with and just be out. And then that’s when I thought about how black people are always the ones to die first in movies. I mean, hello. It makes sense. What black person do you know would go out and explore some crazy, scary, nonsense? Yeah, not I. I mean, I probably stated the obvious with this post but I felt the need to share and explain my thoughts.